Nancy's mountain of beef
Manny's was good when it was in the Hyatt, but something happened when it moved to the Foshay. It feels swankier somehow, despite being in a skyscraper that's older than Jesus. I swear the food got better. I normally order seafood at steakhouses, because I am That Girl, but I'll order the shit out of a slab of beef the size of my face there. If I were a bigger deal at work (my actual job title is "Peon Lifer"), I'd find a way to have lunch meetings there once a week. And pay with my corporate card. Like a boss.
Keep it classy, homies!
We were introduced to Mancini's by my sister-in-law Julie and her now husband Matt. I originally balked at going there, because...St. Paul? And they don't take reservations?! Kristin Ann Goin Oberg was not raised to sit and wait for a meal like a commoner! Except I totally was (because the Perkins in Blaine always had a line out the door...not), and while we waited Julie got tipsy and asked me to be a bridesmaid, so obviously I cried happy tears. I also cried happy tears when I had my first bite of lobster. Those tears may have been composed of clarified butter. We went back for my birthday dinner last year and they made me a whole frigging cake! I felt special.
Because that was what I needed after a cup of butter.
When we got engaged, we happened to have a coworker who got us an in at Gittelsons Jewelers. That meant not only did we get my engagement ring for a song, but we got two free drinks at the dearly departed Morton's. Now, people talk about how great Murray's is, with the history and the silver butter knife steak and OVERRATED. Like Rhonda said yesterday, "It's like a picnic in there!" Morton's was so much more fun, like when they'd bring around the cart o' beef to aid you in the crucial decision of what cut of meat you most craving. And the chocolate molten lava cake? If there was an award equivalent of a Grammy for cake, it would have won Record of the Year every time.
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